I have discovered I cannot eat chicken or licorice (not that licorice really should be at the top of my super foods list!). It doesn't matter how well I chew either of these things, they either don't agree with my oesophagus or my band. I get this gawd awful pain in my chest around boob level. It feels akin to swallowing sand paper (aaah, not that I've ever tried to swallow sand paper ... but I'd imagine it would feel much the same! LOL!). So, I guess I will have to get my protein through fish, seafood and diary foods. I'll try introducing the red meat bit after my first fill.
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After work yesterday, I did my first decent grocery shop since the operation ... 4 & a 1/2 weeks ago! I have just been picking up the odd tub of yoghurt or baby bel cheeses at the express supermarket. But yesterday was a kick arse shop ... resulting in me hauling 8 bulging plastic bags home over two bus routes (Ooh! That's why I use to shop so frequently before). I hate dragging shopping home on public transport. It's such a madame. The traumatic experience is almost on par with sharing a bathroom with the forementioned person who sheds hair like a long haired laborador!.
I bought salmon fillets, prawns (shrimp, for all the non-Aussies!), yoghurt, cheese and a cache of fruit and vege (non-woody vegetables, of course!). I forked out £70 on groceries! Woah! I normally only spend £40 on a BIG shop. Ah! But of course! Not only had a bought groceries but I had thrown in a pair of black trousers and a blouse for work (is it just me ... or is it not kinda weird that a grocery store would sell clothes?) as they were as cheap as chips and I had gone mad buying household cleaners and bathing stuffs (mouthwash, shampoo/conditioner, hair mask, body wash, shower puff ad nauseum).
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